Damon activated the skill book and a flood of information immediately rushed into his mind.
Blood Whisper, the skill he can use to communicate with people marked by his blood. Now it was time to see if the almighty curse could block even this skill, a skill that used his very blood to communicate!
Damon closed his eyes, activated the skill, and focused. The next instant, he found himself in a dark place in the middle of nowhere. No ground, no sky, just empty dark. It was as if he were standing in a void. But he was not alone.
Threads sprang out from him in all directions. Thin red threads, black threads, and even some that were golden in color.
No, not some. Many. Once the golden threads started appearing. They simply took over the whole space. ππΏπ²ππ°πππ§πππ²π₯.πππ
Damon was utterly shocked. There were millions of these threads. He felt as if his mind was going to break from the sheer number of them. His entire being suddenly felt shaky and weak. The more he looked at these threads, the more the pain.
He only barely managed to reach out to one thin red line before everything snapped, and he was kicked out of the void.
Damon gasped, still feeling the effect of the skill. What the fuck was that? Why were there so many threads? He had only expected six or ten, as he had only so many followers and bound beasts or other beings. But to have so many threads?
He forced himself to breathe slowly. His heart thudded. His head throbbed. The void was still there, like a bruise in his head. That many threads had overloaded him completely. Moreover, he did not even get a chance to reach for any of the thread.
It was not like he could try this skill again. Something told him that his soul would simply explode if he attempted to do such a thing one more time. Another useless skill? Or maybe he overdid it?
Damon silently pondered on everything he had seen. The most puzzling thing was that the number of golden threads was a lot more than the number of red threads and black threads. If all these threads are related to him by blood, then what did the three colors mean?
He closed his eyes and suddenly remembered something. Erin! He had felt Erin when he had reached out through the thin red thread in that final moment before everything snapped shut.
Wait a second. If the thin red threads meant his blood-bound followers like Erin, Mark, and Kate, and if all the threads were connected to him by his blood, what could the hundreds of golden threads be?
It was not like he had any relation to these hundreds of people. Could they be the people whose blood he had devoured? No. That did not make sense. Even though he had consumed their blood, his blood did not really have anything to do with them.
A thought suddenly popped into his mind. Could they possibly be the other beings with his bloodline?
Damon froze as he thought about it. He only had a fraction of his bloodline. What if the fraction he had was really small? What if his bloodline powers were currently weak and had these many limitations because he shared his bloodline with these many beings?
And then, there was the fact that he was able to reach out to them, or at least picture them. But what if someone stronger on the other end could do the same thing and reach out to him?
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